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It was past midnight and we had been driving 14 hours. Seeing a light in a farmhouse about a mile down the road, we trudged to the door to ask for help. A young girl answered, listened to our problem, and woke her father. As he hurriedly dressed, the girl explained that they were caring for an in valid and always kept a light burning. The farmer got out his tractor and pulled us from the muck. When we offered to pay him, his only reply was, "I'm glad you saw our light." Alice Kollenborn, Fort Bragg, Calif. Grandma's Misfortune. I made a long-delayed trip to California to visit my son and his family. I hadn't seen them in eight years, so I met my 7-year-old grandson for the first time. After a few days of getting acquainted, he started asking me the usual childish questions, such as, "How come you're my grandmother?" I carefully explained that his mother had a mother and his father had a mother and I happened to be on his father's side. He looked at me as if he felt very sorry for me, then said, "Well, Grandma, after you've been here a while you'll find out you're on the wrong sTde." Mrs. A.I.M., Rhodell, W. Va. We Pay $1 0 for Your Letters. We welcome your views on any subject of general interest. If we print your letter, you will receive $10. Letters must be signed, but names will be withheld on request. We reserve the right to edit contributions. Letters cannot be returned. Address Letters Editor, Family Weekly, 179 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago 1, III. fS h v? - I w on the shelf are the cookbooks: Cooking Magic, Volumes I and II; The Encyclopedia of Cooking; The Ameri can People's Cookbook; The American Woman's Cookbook. All of them have bright and shiny covers but some of the pages are glued with egg yolk and stained with milk. And some of the end pages have flour fingerprints. All of them are proudly displayed and treated like trusted friends who become dearer with use. Each of them has something vital missing from its contents. Each of them has no section which means the differ ence between success and tragedy for me. No place in the profusion of beauti ful color illustrations and mouth-watering deliciucifa do I find a statement; "To ona bltding fuvgec add one cup aid vtter. Ekfc until mrnb' Cft: "Grease seared forearm. When cool, serve with dressing of white gauze." Cooking is a great adventure. Ex ploring the contents of a cookbook is like climbing a mountain and the fin ished product like exulting in the view from the top. Translating the vague pinches and handsful donated by a talented neighbor is like finding a dia mond in the back yard. When something I cook turns out, in defiance of my stupidity, to be edible, I am enchanted. I shout my own praises. But I usually have also cooked myself. If I am able to peel a potato without cutting my thumb to the marrow, it is a minor miracle. If I remove a cas serole from the oven and remember to insert a hot pan holder between my hand and the dish, it is a triumph. Seldom do I open the refrigerator Without holding uny tpron Uke a platter o ( to catch whatever is falling forth. It is impossible for me to wipe tumblers without somehow filling my towel with broken glass. Cookbook experts and I have only one thing in common. Ingredients. I can scrape a dinner together without poisoning the guests, but I never get to the table myself without looking like a rejuvenated Egyptian mummy. When I don gloves for a gala eve ning, I always carry the one which won't fit over the bandages. One day I cut myself on a rounded figurine while dusting the record cabinet. That takes unusual skill. I've got it. Sometime when I have become blase about cookbooks and when I have learned a few tricks of my own, I will ask Melanie de Proft to permit me to add the 25th chapter to her Encyclo pedia of Cooking. It will be entitled: First Aid. o DlreUoT; PaTriCnieiDrttorla'" Kin V. Brown, JCT Ryan, Thomai Gorman, Honor Sin. -T-'ata'pEk1 Waller C. Dravfu,. V!r..PM.-. Editorial "fl.r. Jerr, Kl. N.w "fyWrS Fihbb". M-nain, EditoS? Atsocl.ta E": Afirirmi all mmmi.iil1nH. f..a a- r . . ... . . . . O W..kly, IS N. Michigan A.a.Thlc.go I. III. Content. CoMgkt I Family W..kW M'.! U'" (!f. 'aI.4'.' "T AlfrtJCI.
